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How prayer kept me in my high heels in Rome
A couple of summers ago, I had the opportunity to study art history in Italy with other students from my university. I'd wanted to take this trip since my first semester at school.
We visited Florence and Rome, where we spent four hours every day walking around churches and museums. I saw many breathtaking works of art and architecture. It was everything I had hoped for.
About halfway through the trip, I was in a small market in Rome, shopping for lunch with a friend. As I went to open a refrigerated case, the heavy sheet of plastic serving as the door came off its track and fell onto my feet.
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